Feigning Innocence Novels & Stories

"And what's your connection to Pauline?" Jessica pressed. "Why does she label you her fiancé? Answer me!" Her accusations dripped with grievance and betrayal, as if she were the innocent victim ensnared and wounded. Only a heartless person like her could conveniently forget her own protracted ruse of feigned paralysis. I was disgusted with Jessica's duplicity. The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity.

Regardless of not showing it, something told me that she was playing a game of innocence, and that wasn’t something that I liked. “He has indeed taught me not to trust anyone,” she said, looking at me. “And I think that you can tell that I don’t trust you…” “Good,” I said, looking at the traffic light as it turned green. “I don’t like being played, neonata. And I do suggest that you keep that in mind when you’re playing the game of innocence.” “I am not doing anything…” “It is only a warning,” I said, stopping her. “Now, which bank do you want to go to? I’ll drop you off before heading to the office…”

The scene before me serves as a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within those who seek to deceive and manipulate, strengthening my resolve to confront the true mastermind behind the web of deceit. "I am not certain what you are referring to -" William Ford's words are interrupted by a fit of coughing, his voice strained and weak. I purse my lips into a thin line, a mask of faux sympathy as I respond, "Such a pity. It seems I may have to make arrangements for an extended 'shift' for the night." Clicking my tongue in mock disappointment, I feign concern for his well-being, concealing my true lack of empathy for his plight.

"She's just pretending to be oblivious." Rashida's gaze met Zynah's, a flicker of nervousness crossing her features before she frowned, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about? I condoned your attitude, because I'm still grieving, but the next time you try to accuse me of things I know absolutely nothing about, I'm not going to hold back. Nonsense!"

*^* Fear and helplessness are two emotions that I fed on. “Boss, I'm innocent!” I locked my gaze on the man kneeling in front of me, tears streaming down his cheeks. I studied him with my head tilted. Innocent? They consistently pleaded innocent even when the evidence pointed to the contrary. Such men are incapable of accepting their mistakes. “Where is the remaining cash if you are innocent?” I shifted my weight forward and rested my elbows on my knees. "Have you perhaps disbursed a loan without the Big Boss's prior written consent? If so, why wasn't it documented?"

I've been stepping back from her, trying to keep her safe from the storm that is brewing in his eyes with every misdemeanour I tally against myself. Dread coils within me. Should I feign innocence and utter a simple no, when the truth gnaws at my insides—knowing I've taken his beloved Bambi from her room? The thought churns in my stomach like an unsettled meal. "Nothing," I declare, shaking my head in a bid for nonchalance, though the attempt feels shaky and insincere even to my own ears.

I was tempted to ask him to drive me back, but then decided against it. Breathing in much needed air, I braced my shoulders and put on an armor of false confidence, Fake it till you make it. Right? After all, it was time to face my enemies, and get back my revenge. That in mind, I unlocked the car. Devon’s POV

I knew I had to act quickly to maintain the illusion of innocence. Feigning panic, I stumbled backward, my eyes wide with faux fear. "What... what just happened?" I stammered, my voice trembling. "He... he I thought he was! I didn't... I didn't know he wasn't the prisoner!" The guards exchanged glances, skepticism evident on their faces. They were torn between their loyalty to Victor and the confusion that unfolded before them. One of them, a burly man with a scarred face, stepped forward, his grip tightening on his weapon.